The fat man appears too frightened to talk, but a slender, athletic looking man on the far right speaks. "We were capture, of course. These three," he says, giving a nod to the rest of the men, "were part of some merchant's caravan hit by the Temple's raiders. I was a sailer on a river ship. One night on shore leave I made the mistake of offending the proprieter of the Waterside Hostel in Nulb...and he and his men decided to give me to the Temple." He coughs a few times, and then continues. "So, here we are. Chained away until the decide to feed us to the ghouls, or sacrafice us in some foul ceremony. I judge from your demeaner that you aren't with the vile group that runs this place?"
Kurt examines the prisoners, but besides having not been fed well and a variety of scrapes and bruises covering them, none appear to be in too bad of health.